Two day's effort for a couple of pictures of a glass of water and some redhead matches, but oh do I feel proud of myself. So easily pleased :-)
The assignment was to recreate these pictures, using manual settings, lining up each of the items in the exact right place, some bits in focus and some bits out of focus, one picture showing movement and one picture stopping it. Not hard for many people, but I'm a bit of a slow learner at this photography lark. The bloopers reel for this exercise contains a hundred and one pictures of water going everywhere and wind blown matchboxes, creatively rearranged by the cats who wanted to add their own artistic input before then drinking the photo subject.
The perfectionist in me is looking up at my versions then looking down at the homework sheet and seeing that teacher's matchboxes had less variance in height so were probably closer together. Thankfully the realist in me knows better. She's smart enough to figure that persuading my husband to come back outside in order to patiently pour the water *again* after I've moved the matchboxes a few millimetres, is perhaps asking a wee bit too much.
It's a public holiday today and while I've clearly got hours of spare time to waste setting up these pictures for my photo assignment, unfortunately I've been less concerned to spend even a fraction of that time exercising.
The gym was only open for a short time today and not doing classes, which is a right shame because I feel like I haven't got enough motivation without a class or PT session to whip me into shape. My alternative options are to use the weights in the back garden or go for a cycle (the weather is just gorgeous today). I just don't feel in the mood to do either. After the triumph that was yesterday's workout, I'm feeling rather lethargic. I need that french man and his crazy tunes to make me do it.
Of course I know that's not really true, yesterday he didn't "make" me get changed into my sweats, drive to the gym, pay $20 (extortion if you ask me) and push myself to the limits any more than he could today. I did it, and I'm just as capable of doing so today.
So there, I've told you. Even blogging about how I should be exercising, rather than just going outside and actually exercising is really just another avoidance tactic. But at least now it means there's no hiding it if I don't do it, I'll have to fess up. Watch this space.
After writing all that I then sat on my backside in front of the teev and continued to procrastinate for a good hour or more but my choice of viewing made it rather hard to stay inactive for very long - Biggest Loser followed by So You Think You Can Dance - talk about guilt trip. So I'm very pleased (and sorry) to say I missed most of Dance and went out the back to do weights.
My prize for leaving it till 8pm? Polka dot mozzie bite covered skin.
That'll learn me ;-)